Delta Phi Inc - Part 11

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"No",

Carter's eyes narrowed as he glared at me, and I couldn't help but smirk. The answer he gave was of course the answer I had expected. Not only did the guy not bottom, but he'd already warned me that under no circumstances would he ever do a scene with me.

"Bro, you know the fans will love it" Brandon sighed, "at least consider it".

Carter stood up and growled something under his breath before staring back at Brandon.

"I said no" he hissed, and stormed from the kitchen, shouldering me as he went.

"Sorry about him" Brandon winced, "he can be a bit of a... Well, he can be a bit hormonal sometimes".

"Oh, no sweat" I grinned, "I'm sure he'll come around".

I wasn't sure at all. In fact, I knew with certainty that he wouldn't come around, but that was exactly what I had hoped for. Perhaps Carter was used to pushing his weight around with guys who wouldn't fight back, and if that was the case, he was going to be bitterly disappointed with me.

"Anyway" Brandon smiled, turning to face me, "that was some good head you gave back there".

My cheeks blushed a little. It still felt strange to hear about sex so openly. The handsome young man led me from the kitchen into the living room where Wyatt was holding his camera.

"Oh hey" he said quietly, and when I looked down on the sofa at what he was recording, my eyes widened.

Jake lay naked, one muscular arm behind his head, his free hand pumping away at his large cock and his ripped body coated in a sheen of fresh sweat. Instantly, my dick began to harden.

Wyatt got closer to the action, bringing the camera to within inches of Jake's beautiful cock. Between him and Brandon, it was difficult to tell who was more perfect. As I watched in awe, I felt Brandon's hand around the back of my neck.

"It's a promo shot" he whispered in my ear, "go over there and finish him off".

I glanced at him, and he nodded with a smile.

I could still taste his cum in my mouth from the impromptu blowjob I'd given him outside. How had I gone from never sucking a dick in my life, to potentially sucking two within an hour?! I looked back at Jake who looked as though he'd blow his load at any second, and with a gentle shove from Brandon, I entered the shot.

Wyatt beamed and pointed the camera at me. Jake's eyes opened for a moment, landed on me, then closed again as he released his wet, twitching cock which danced against his groin.

Sucking cock under normal circumstances was exciting, but on camera it became more of a show. I shuffled forward nervously before reaching the naked young man, and proceeded to my knees next to the sofa.

Perhaps I would have put more thought into the whole thing, had I have known that this was going to happen, but now that I was here, I had no time to worry.

I closed my hand around Jake's thick cock and lifted it upwards. A thick bead of clear fluid spilled down the underside of his shaft, sliding across my knuckles as I began to jerk him slowly.

The naked jock clasped both hands behind his head now, his breathing becoming deeper and more laboured as I took over.

He looked to be about seven inches long, and thick, too. His bulbous helmet was already slick with pre-cum, and all that was left now was to bring him to the edge.

I leaned my head down, hearing him gasp as the warmth of my breath blanketed his crotch. His scent drifted into me, strong and ripe, as though he'd been jerking his musky cock for quite some time. The aroma made me harder.

He slid across my tongue, coating it in his salty juices until his helmet pushed into my throat, and I did my very best not to gag. Jake groaned, his thick, muscular hips pushing upwards into me, and I began.

His taste was a lot stronger than Brandon's had been. Perhaps that should have put me off, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. With each gulp, more of his fluids filled me, and more of his taste clung to my mouth. Wyatt was now inches from my face, the camera picking up every little movement.

Jake thrust faster, his hand now finding my head and pushing me down his rod. I couldn't help but gag now, and spilled saliva down his pole until he shoved it back in and I cleaned it with my throat.

He continued to face fuck me for a while, his strokes, long and deliberate. His eyes were open and on me, watching me as close as the camera was.

After a few minutes of wet, sloppy sucking, Jake grunted, and took over.

I sat back, admittedly quite disappointed that I wasn't taking his mess in my mouth, and watched as the stunning young man began to jerk his wet cock before unleashing ropes of thick, creamy cum across his solid abs.

His mouth hung open as he gasped and moaned, and large splashes of sperm continued to shoot from his swollen cock head, until it drooled down his tired cock and pooled on his groin.

I made to stand up, but Jake's eyes caught mine and he smirked.

"Clean it up, new boy"

I turned to Brandon who remained in place with his arms crossed and a slight smile on his face. He nodded, so I turned back to Jake and slowly approached for the second time.

For some reason, this felt even hotter than sucking it straight from his cock. I lowered my head to his six pack and ran my tongue across the hard muscle. My mouth filled with the bitter taste of cum as I began to lap up the mess.

It slid around his torso, and I chased it with my tongue until I realised that slurping the young man's sperm was a much easier route to take. I pressed my lips to his warm, chiselled body and sucked his load into my mouth, swallowing each spillage as I went.

When his abs were cleaned, I moved to his groin. His large cock had gone soft now, but was still bigger than mine on a good day. I edged my tongue between his junk and his legs, mopping up everything that he'd spilled, before finally I took his flaccid, dripping cock back into my mouth, and finished the job.

"Nice work" Wyatt nodded as he turned off the camera, "that will make a sick ad for next week".

"Next week?" I asked, licking my lips as Jake pulled back on his underwear and grinned at me.

"Didn't you read the script?" He asked, his handsome face glowing, "you're getting fucked".

I gulped and turned back to Brandon as though he was my protector or something. He simply nodded.

"We'll prepare you beforehand" he smiled, "we won't hurt you, too much"

I scowled at him and he chuckled.

"Who?" I asked Jake, "who's going to f... Do it?"

Jake wiped a smirk away and looked at Brandon who did the same.

"All of us" he sniggered, and used his thumb to wipe away a drop of his own cum from my chin.

I gawped at him, then at Brandon.

"A... All of you?" I gasped, already feeling the pain in my ass, "but... But..."

"Relax, Hunter" Jake told me, "I promise we'll take it slow, lots of lube, lots of breaks, you'll enjoy it, trust me".

My mind raced for a moment. It sounded like the hottest thing in the world, but how on earth would my virgin ass manage to take even one of these guys? They were all huge, and rough, and... Hot.

"Wait" I said, as Jake stood up and dressed once more. They all looked down at me.

"W... What about Carter?" I asked, remembering how determined he was to not even be in the same room as me.

"What about him?" Brandon replied.

"Does he want to be involved?"

The two young men looked at each other before Jake answered.

"Involved?" He scoffed, "it was his idea!"

With those words, Brandon, Jake and Wyatt left the living room, and I remained seated, my eyes wide and my mouth filled with the taste of two loads of cum.

This wasn't good. Carter made it clear that he didn't want any scenes with me. That was the whole reason that I'd suggested one, because I knew that by refusing it, Carter would begin to cause problems with the rest of the guys. So why now, did he want to fuck me?

There was something fishy about the whole thing, and I needed to get to the bottom of it before next week came around. If Carter was planning something, I had to be one step ahead of him, and I was determined to be.

Before that however, I had one other job to do.

"Well if it isn't the cutest porn star in the state!" Rico beamed as I entered the sex shop, "what does my little toad stool need today? Some cuffs, hey? Some whips for the naughty frat boys, yes?"

I grinned to myself as he came out from behind the desk in the tightest black dress that I had ever seen. His makeup was just as extravagant as it always was, which was now in stark contrast to his bald head.

"No tears today, Mr. Hunter" he beamed, pinching both of my cheeks as he reached me, "that is always a good sign, so tell me little daffodil, how may I be of service?"

"I um... I wanted to give you this" I said, and handed him the gift bag, "it's not much, but I haven't gotten paid yet, so when I do I'll get..."

My voice trailed off. Rico's eyes had gone from wide, to squeezed shut, and tears were now running down his cheeks.

"I... I'm sorry" I winced, "I just wanted to..."

He grabbed me in a hug, and with ease, lifted me entirely off my feet.

As Rico crushed my body, all I could do was laugh, when he finally put me back down, his mascara was halfway down his cheeks and he dabbed at it with a tissue.

"I just wanted to say thanks, for yesterday" I told him, but he was already walking back behind his desk, or trying to walk anyway, given the tightness of his dress.

"You, little chick pea, are too sweet for this world" he sniffled, "do you know how many times Mr. Brandon has brought me gifts?"

I shook my head.

"ZERO!" He wailed, "but I am not fabulous for gifts" he added, "so tell me, your problem has been resolved, yes?"

"Nearly" I told him, and when I finished explaining the situation with Carter, Rico considered it for a moment and nodded.

"I have something that will help" he smiled, and a moment later, it was in my pocket.

"Enjoy your first time" he said, "and make sure that our little friend is the last to enter"

I nodded.

"Oh and Mr. Hunter" he called as I headed for the door, "don't get caught. Those frat boys keep me in business!"

"I won't" I smiled, and returned toward campus.